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1249. Chapter 1249 Interleaved memory [3]

"Go away, go away——"

Ling Zhexiao retracted his hand and nervously picked up the rolled handkerchief on the side and wiped his fingers one by one, as if there was a virus in the place where he had just come into contact with the boy.

The boy knelt down and saluted, then crawled out of the private room. He closed the door softly and slid down against the pillar at the door. He took a big breath of fresh air and felt that he was still alive.

After a while, he adjusted his breathing, stood up and straightened his clothes. He walked forward for a while and turned a corner. He nodded and greeted the guards guarding the stairs, making sure that there was no chaos in the entire Zuixian Tower.

The others just breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, walked to the end of the corridor and stood quietly, keeping a distance that was neither too far nor too close.

Ling Zhexiao watched as the light was blocked outside the door. As the door slowly closed, the room became dark again.

He picked up the wine cup beside him and took a few sips of strong wine. The cold liquid slid down his throat, as if a ball of fire was burning, making his whole body feel a little unknown.

The image of Yan Junqing appeared in his mind unconsciously. He had not seen the person whom he loved so much for a long time, but his appearance was very clear, whether it was his eyes that were always calm and confident or his body that was as gentle as jade.

His temperament was as clear as if he had just seen him.

"Ha..." Ling Zhexiao let out a low laugh. He lowered his head and glanced at the small piece of robe that was held up between his legs. He felt that all the heat in his body was concentrated in his lower abdomen: "Just thinking about you like this makes me feel...

Such a big reaction, Ling Qingyu... Yan Junqing... Ling Qingyu..."

She chanted his name over and over again, her voice getting lower and lower, with a bit of gritted teeth and a bit of deep lovesickness.

Ling Zhexiao threw away the empty wine bottle in his hand and stumbled towards the inner room.

The room he was in was a private room in Zuixian Tower specially designed to entertain distinguished guests. There were beds in the inner room so that guests could take a nap when they were drunk.

He walked weakly to the bed, and threw his whole body on the bed feebly. His mind was full of Yan Junqing.

Yan Junqing's gentle smile when she looked at herself, Yan Junqing's Adam's apple exposed when she raised her head to drink and her lips moistened by wine, the tip of Yan Junqing's tongue that occasionally flashed when she was eating, and Yan Junqing's exposed lips with a few strands of black hair when she came out of the bath.

back……

His body began to heat up, and Ling Zhexiao could no longer tell whether it was due to alcohol or some other reason. He raised one arm and put it over his eyes, while the other hand slowly slid down.

The hand with sharp joints extended downwards along the skirt of the clothes, skipping the belt and directly covering the already hot roots, moving up and down slowly through a layer of clothing.

Ling Zhexiao suppressed his gasping voice. He was used to being served by others on weekdays. He was not good at doing this kind of thing. His technique was a bit green, and with the slow movements of his hands, the pleasure slowly accumulated.

But it wasn't enough. This kind of touch through clothes was no longer enough to relieve his desire.

want to.

I want Yan Junqing.

Want him to enter him...

My mind is like a wild horse running wild, running uncontrollably, unable to think calmly, leaving only the heat and dissatisfaction of pure physical senses.

His big hands impatiently pulled open the belt embroidered with dark patterns, and the jade pendants hanging from his waist were scattered on the bed, and were immediately covered by the discarded belt.

The fingertips were inserted into the underwear, and the slightly cool fingers touched a ball of fire. Thinking of the scene he accidentally saw a long time ago, the vague outline in the mist, Yan Junqing stepped up the stairs step by step from the bath.
Chapter completed!
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